Very quietly I take my leave,

　　As quietly as I came here;

　　Quietly I wave goodbye

　　To the rosy clouds in the western sky.

　　The golden willows by the riverside ,

　　Are young brides in the setting sun;

　　Their reflections on the shimmering waves ,

　　Always linger in the depth of my heart.

　　The floating heart growing in the sludge ,

　　Sways leisurely under the water;

　　In the gentle waves of Cambridge

　　I would be a water plant!

　　That pool under the shade of elm trees ,

　　Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;

　　Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds,

　　Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream.

　　To where the green grass is more verdant;

　　Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight

　　And sing aloud in the splendor of starlight. .

　　But I cann't sing aloud,

　　Quieness is my farewell music;

　　Even summer insects heap silence for me,

　　Silent is Cambridge tolight!

　　Very quietly I take my leave, ,

　　As quietly as I come here;

　　Gently I flick my sleeves ,

　　Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away.